Game of Thrones: From King of Elden to Teen Wolf Lord

Chapter 65 Harassment at Night

It took the Iron Islands team a full half a day just to form the team.

Even so, they could only barely ensure that the large forces could move in a certain direction. As for the rest, they couldn't ask for more.

The team slowly drove away from the Relang River and headed towards Kalin Bay not far away.

On the back of the hills on both sides, the northern troops stood still.

The Iron Islands have not sent any scouts to detect the news. They can only deal with the task of capturing the Moat of Cailin at present.

In the military camp, the red-robed monk Thoros was responsible for collecting the information passed by the spies: "The main force on the Relang River is about 8000 people. Together with the teams from Rock Coast and Deep Forest Castle, they have almost mobilized all their strength."

Robb felt a little regretful: "We can't eat so much in one sitting."

The red-robed monk also expressed some emotion: "I didn't expect that old guy Balon would dare to rebel. Robert and I had attacked Pike City before, and I was the first to board the city. At that time, that old boy Balon was so scared. broken."

When the red-robed monk Thoros first came to Westeros, he could not perform the miracles of the Lord of Light, but he was a brave warrior himself and participated in many battles with Robert.

Robb smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, you will still have a chance to board Pike City."

Thoros was moved in his heart and glanced at the young king.

He seemed to see the shadow of Robert, but he was better than Robert.

Soros saluted respectfully: "I am very much looking forward to this day."

For a whole day, Robb's army stood still, and the scouts he sent out were constantly gathering intelligence about their opponents.

"They have left 2000 people to guard the ships. If we try to seize the ships, they will quickly drive the ships away."

"Balon's brother has arrived at Cailin Bay, and the south bank asked us if we would attack."

"They are very slow in setting up siege equipment. It is estimated that they will not approach the castle until tomorrow."

"They dispersed some of their people and wanted to rob the surrounding villages and obtain food supplies."

Robb sat in the camp, listening to the information coming from his men.

The commander's role is to use the intelligence passed by his subordinates and combine it with the situation on the battlefield to discern the enemy's movements and make reasonable military judgments.

This is very different from Robb's previous roles on the battlefield.

The red monk Thoros and several captains sat quietly around Robb, waiting for Robb's decision.

They know that the key to this battle is not defeating the enemy.

None of them doubted whether the battle would be won or lost.

Waiting for work at leisure, the enemy is clear and we are hidden, and you and others are still on the defensive side.

The most important thing is that the commander of himself and others is the invincible His Majesty Robb.

They have no reason to lose.

The key to this battle is how to capture the enemy's ships.

This is what His Majesty Robb wants most, and it is also the hardest part.

Once they emerge on the hills, they will immediately alert the soldiers left behind. As long as they start sailing, the people in the north will not be able to catch up with this group of pirates.

Everyone looked towards Robb, waiting for His Majesty's instructions.

After thinking for a long time, Robb finally spoke slowly: "Let a thousand-man team from the south bank go first to stop the ironmen who are looting the village. Be careful not to let anyone find out the details, and wipe out all the enemies as much as possible.

The remaining 2000 people harass the Ironborn team at night, but do not get entangled with the enemy. The team in the Bay of Cailin should pay attention to cooperation.

Thoros, you take some people pretending to be shepherds and drive a group of animals to the hills to see if you can attract some ironmen guarding the ships. "

Everyone was given orders and they immediately acted according to Robb's instructions.

——Night, Iron Islands camp.

Victarion Greyjoy slept contentedly in the military tent. According to his observation today, there were only 3000 defenders in the Gulf of Moët.

He is the younger brother of Balon Greyjoy and the commander of this army.

Cailin Bay is the throat of the North and other areas. As long as Cailin Bay is captured, Robb's army will not be able to return to the North.

According to intelligence from his nephew Theon Greyjoy, the North is now empty as never before.

Except for a few places where there are teams of thousands of people, the rest of the lords have been taken to the Riverlands by Robb!
By guarding Moat Cailin, the Ironborn will be able to burn, kill, and loot in the North, ruthlessly avenging the Stark family for the humiliation it has brought to the Iron Islands.

"White Harbor, Severn City, and finally Winterfell, the North is already the golden dragon in our pocket!"

Just when Victarion Greyjoy was fantasizing about raping and plundering in the North, there was a sudden commotion in the camp outside.

"The enemy is coming!"

"Quick! Find a weapon!"

"Where's the torch?!"

"The Drowned God! How many people are there?!"

Victarion Greyjoy's heart tightened and he quickly ran out of the tent.

Beyond the light of the camp, a long dragon of torches appeared on the hills outside. Although it was far away, it seemed to be quite numerous.

Victarion Greyjoy shouted: "Damn it, the enemy is coming, wake everyone up and be on alert!"

The military camp on the Iron Islands immediately became chaotic. Many soldiers had been busy running around all day and were dragged up just as they fell asleep.

Sleepily, they fumbled for their weapons in preparation for the battle ahead.

However, they waited and waited, but no enemy came to attack. The long string of torches did not move at all. After a while, they actually retreated and slowly disappeared.

Victarion Greyjoy was furious when he saw this, wondering what his opponent was up to.

He shouted angrily: "Where are the spies? Where are the spies?"

Victarion Greyjoy gave the command and sent out all the spies to check the situation nearby.

At the same time, he also began to have doubts. Could it be that what his nephew said was false?

There was no movement in Carlin Bay just now. Where did this team come from?

Are there any troops left in the north near the Gulf of Cailin?

The character of a bandit is usually that he becomes weak when he is strong and becomes strong when he is weak. Now that he was so frightened, Victarion Greyjoy immediately thought of running away.

He ordered his troops to be ready to evacuate at any moment.

The night passed quickly. The soldiers in the military camp had not closed their eyes all night. They were all tired to begin with, and now they were so sleepy that their upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

At dawn, news came back from the spies: there were only 1000 people on the other side, and those who deliberately held torches to scare people. According to the number of people, it was estimated that they might be the 1000 people left in the neck.

"How despicable!" Victarion Greyjoy fumed.

I was actually frightened by this person.

He continued to order the soldiers to step up the construction of siege equipment, preparing to quickly capture the Gulf of Carlin and complete the tasks assigned to him by Balon.

Until noon the soldiers of the Iron Islands were busy.

Victarion Greyjoy frowned as he monitored the soldiers' work progress, and suddenly his ears twitched.

"There seems to be some movement in the Relang River. Is it thundering?"

(End of this chapter)